Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
AZ,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Echospace,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.